At this time, a rotten human head suddenly fell from the ceiling and landed at Wang Ye's feet, rolling slightly twice with its face up.
Wang Ye's expression did not change at all, and he calmly lifted his foot and stepped on the human head. The head exploded.
"I wonder who I will see..."
Having observed for a while outside the door, Wang Ye now had a rough idea of the ghost's abilities. At this moment, he was vaguely looking forward to it.
After all, even he himself did not know who he missed the most.
His parents?
They had died when he was still young, and he could barely remember their faces.
He strolled leisurely in the villa as if this was not a ghost house. He even kindly turned off the gas stove in the kitchen.
The green flame extinguished slowly.
The villa became completely dark and extremely quiet.
Only Wang Ye's steady footsteps kept echoing in the living room.
But soon the footsteps of a second person were heard. The sound was crisp, as if trying to match Wang Ye's pace. Gradually, the two footsteps became synchronized.
Wang Ye suddenly stopped and stood still.
The other footsteps were caught off guard by Wang Ye's pause and walked two more steps before stopping.
But the origin of the sound had been exposed.
Was it behind him?
Wang Ye suddenly turned around and silently looked at a face.
The face was less than 20 centimeters from Wang Ye, but oddly, it was blank without any features, like a piece of paper.
Under Wang Ye's gaze, the face started twisting strangely, and the outlines of facial features seemed to emerge vaguely.
The indistinct figure also changed silently.
The chest swelled slightly, long hair appeared at the back of the head, and the figure became somewhat slender.
Wang Ye observed the shadow impassively.
"A woman?"
The one he missed most deeply in his heart was a woman?
But why did he have no impression of her at all?
As he thought, Wang Ye became somewhat expectant and watched the changes on the shadow's face.
Gradually, the outline of the eyes took shape.
Although still rough, these eyes were still breathtaking, as if just one look would make one sink deeply into them.
Such a pair of rare eyes in the world, if he had ever seen them, would definitely leave a deep impression, but why...
did he feel so unfamiliar?
Perhaps because the face had not yet emerged?
Just then, the ever-changing face suddenly stopped.
Those unforgettable eyes dissipated at high speed, and the shadow began to tremble violently, turning into a monkey.
There was a hint of fear on the monkey's face.
The next second, his body exploded into pieces of flesh on the spot!
There was a muffled sound in the mirrors, on the ceiling, and in the pots on the stove, as if something had shattered.
The pile of flesh on the floor kept writhing, desperately trying to piece itself back together.
It took about ten minutes to barely piece back into a human form.
But before this human form could take any action, it was tied up by Wang Ye with the Ghost Rope who had been standing still.
At this moment, the human form became still.
The lights in the villa came on.
The stove was intact as if there had never been any bloodstains, the pure white walls.
It was as if those eerie scenes were just illusions.
A white monkey, now tied up by ropes, stood stiffly on the spot.
This was somewhat curious to Wang Ye, because ghosts usually manifested human faces. Seeing a monkey was the first time.
It was just that this white monkey was somewhat tall and muscular, but oddly only had one eyeball sticking straight up on its face, giving a creepy feeling.
"What's the use of this monkey for the Tian Group?"
With doubts, Wang Ye pulled the rope and took the monkey out of the villa.
By now, the villa was surrounded by investigators, led by as many as five awakened. It was obvious to see the importance Tian Group placed on Fujia Villa.
After all, as a profession where their heads could be hung on their belts anytime, their families were their bottom line.
If Tian Group could not even ensure the safety of these people's families, how could they let people work for them.
Seeing Wang Ye come out, there was obvious vigilance in everyone's eyes, only Lin Jun not far away, his eyes lit up when he saw Wang Ye!
This was the man who had kicked down the door unreasonably with one kick, allowing him to escape with Yu Xin and her mother.
"Logistics Department, Wang Ye."
"It's been taken care of, you can disperse."
Leading the white monkey, Wang Ye glanced at everyone and said lightly.
Taken care of...
It's been taken care of?
The few awakened were stunned for a moment.
Having dealt with supernatural events frequently, they knew very well how tricky it was to resolve one, and how time consuming!
Moreover, from the information analyzed from Lin Jun's account, this ghost was absolutely not simple!
They were all prepared to attack after gathering three brain awakened.
But now, when they had just gathered, this guy said he had already taken care of it?
He even sealed the boss?
They couldn't help but glance at the white monkey.
But after Wang Ye spoke, they were no longer doubtful in an instant!
After all, with a few tough battles, who in Tian Group didn't know his reputation.
Suppressing the entire conference at the headquarters, resolving the Shangjing City crisis alone, and returning safely from the Wasteland. After killing Su Wenqian, leaving Su Changqing speechless. He was an existence like that!
Unconsciously, there was a touch of awe in everyone's eyes as they looked at Wang Ye!
Lin Jun was even more excited and clenched his fists tightly, filled with admiration!
In this chaotic world, only strength was everything!
With hard fists, one would naturally be respected.
The awakened and investigators outside the door subconsciously made way, watching Wang Ye lead the white monkey further and further away until disappearing from sight.
"Strange, since when did the Logistics Department have such quick information?"
"This secluded Fujia Villa, as soon as a supernatural event occurred, people arrived?"
After Wang Ye left, several awakened discussed in low voices.
In the end, they still called their minister to make a simple report.
Tian Group.
After Su Changqing hung up the phone, he did not have the usual hostility towards Wang Ye.
Since he had chosen to side, he naturally had to stick to the end.
He was now busy cooperating with Li Xinghe's order to carry out the bloodbath of Shangjing City.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
